A Case for Keeping Crimson

Our Lives are painted pictures

Of this, we can be sure

But such a waste of Crimson

When spilt upon the floor.

I can hear you’re cloaked in sadness

For I have lived there too

And it seems your heart is broken

(As hearts are wont to do)

So please consider this now ,

If an inky sky is thine-

That tragedy is defined as such:

When one less star does shine.

 

Tommy Atkins

August, 2018

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